Korban: You begin to hack your way through hordes of guardsmen toward the earth-shaker batteries which you are a fair distance from. Before you reach it, however, a Kasrkin in carapace armour jumps out in-front of you, melta in hand. He aims it directly at you and looses a blinding bolt that smacks into your chest with a force you've not felt in years. Looking down, you see a gaping hole in your breastplate, the molten metal cooling from its white-hot state to a blackened, flaking, mess.

Chloro: A gout of billowing promethium leaps forth and covers roughly half of the guardsmen, the others fast enough to jump out of its firing arc and to safety. Just before he is hit the commissar throws himself to the earth and rolls away, shooting upright, bolt pistol in hand. He fires a shot that blows on your armoured shoulder, registering shallow damage, but damage nonetheless. The other guardsmen, it seems, are shaken, and flee to cover, though with their commissar still alive, some raise their lasguns and fire desperately in your direction, either scattering off your armour or hissing through the air around you. "Come on men! Fire at his head!" Somebody yells from behind where the main clump of guardsmen is, behind a wall of sandbags about twenty feet directly ahead. The men seem to come together, and their shots start to grow more precise and controlled.

Arenes: You start to climb the cliff, rock by rock. It's a sturdy black stone, and can support even the monumental weight of power armour, much to your surprise. You climb up and up, keeping your cloak about your shoulders and trying to find good footing on the stone for your ascent. You find one foothold, which you think would be more than stable enough, but as your foot places itself on it, the rock cracks beneath its weight and tumbles away to the snow-covered battlefield bellow. Luckily, you manage to hold on, and carry on ever more sturdy, until you are directly bellow one of the firing ports of the base buried deep into the cliff. You attach a rope to the bottom of the ferrocrete, screwing its hook in tight into the rock, and toss the length down for Alpharius.

Alpharius: You wait in the carcass of the chimera Arenes scales the cliff, keeping a watch over the battlefield whilst keeping yourself hidden. As you wait, you see balls of fire billowing up at the far edge of the battlefield. Drawing your magnoculars you see thousands of black legionaries and hundreds of tanks slowly marching towards the wall from the very furthest reaches of the battlefield. In the very far distance, a great shape looms through the clouds. Surely not a-Suddenly a rope falls down next to you, and hundreds of feet up the cliff you can see Arenes perched beneath the firing box. Taking the rope, you ascend quickly to his position, hidden bellow the overhang of the ferrocrete bunker.

"01001101 01101111 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 01100101 01110010!" Chloro screeches, recoiling from the gunfire, and raising his axe as a make-shift shield, trusting that the adamantium blade will be strong enough to shield his fleshy head. He tries to count how many guardsmen face him, and aims to keep track of it.

In his other hand, he fires into the Guardsmen with his Macrostubber. While he would assume that accuracy would not be excellent with his wounded shoulder, his targeting systems indicated that a weapon with such a high rate of fire relies very little on accuracy anyway.

Poking through the front of his robe, held in a pair of bionic arms, the Heretek's Meltagun seeks out the Commissar, hoping to end his life in a miniature supernova.

The flamer upon his back continues to spit at the closest infantrymen, though Chloro concludes that as he seeks cover to defend himself, the incendiary will not be operating at peak effectiveness anymore.

_________________"What is the bloodline?" Rafen asked suddenly. The words had a ritual, rote quality to them."The eternal bond of brotherhood." Meros said, the reply coming to him from nowhere. "The will to survive beyond death."

"Breach and clear?" Arenes says to Alpharius. Arenes then hands a Krack Grenade to him and begins to scale the cliff

When both Arenes and Alpharius are directly below the small slit of the firing box, Arenes takes out a Frag grenade and cooks it as he quickly takes a peek into the box to locate the Vox Caster who is inside. After that, he quickly throws the Frag Grenade that he was holding into the box so that it hits as many people as possible while doing minimal damage to the vox caster.

Then he takes out his combat knife and waits for the other Alpha Legionnaire to open a path inside with the Krack grenade so they can enter the box and finish off any stragglers.If possible, Arenes takes care not to destroy the head of the Vox caster or any high-rank troops when clearing the box.

Korban falls to his knee and growls as he feels the caged thing under his skin rise up, surging with power but beaten back by the firm granite grimace of the Warmaster's headsmen that did not have to be seen under his helm to be felt 'ill give you that' he spits under his breath as he levels his combi bolter and unleashes a burst of bolt rounds into the Kasrkin